Semua Bab The Alpha Lycans Moonlight Secret: Bab 21 - Bab 30

The Hollow didn’t feel like a place.It felt like a memory I hadn’t lived yet.The second we passed through the threshold—those shimmering trees arching like ancient guardians—I felt something press against my skin. Not painful. Not intrusive. Just… aware.Like it saw me.Welcomed me.Recognized me.I barely spoke as Damon helped unload our things, while Gran moved into a rhythm like she’d done this a hundred times. Blankets laid out. Herbs sorted. A kettle already hissing over the stove.“This place…” I murmured, spinning slowly in a wide circle. “It’s alive.”Damon, a few feet away, just watched me. Like I was the answer to a question he hadn’t dared to ask out loud. “It is,” he said softly. “It was built with magic older than the packs. Older than any record. Only those with blood like yours can truly feel it.”My skin buzzed.My fingertips itched.I couldn’t tell if it was anticipation, or the wind curling through the trees that felt like it had my name in its breath.⸻That night

The fire faded by morning.Not disappeared. Just… tucked itself back inside me like a coiled ribbon of light. Waiting.I woke slowly, wrapped in blankets that smelled like pine and Damon. My limbs ached in strange ways, like I’d run a marathon in my sleep. But I was here. Whole. And breathing.And alive.Very, very alive.I stretched like a cat, groaning softly, and blinked toward the small window.Sunlight streamed through the trees, dappling the floor in gold.It felt like the first morning of the rest of my life.By the time I made it into the kitchen, Edith already had something baking—probably cinnamon scones, because the smell made my eyes roll back in delight—and Damon was leaning against the counter, barefoot, wearing sweats and a black thermal that should be illegal.He grinned when he saw me.“Good morning, fireheart.”I flushed. “Don’t call me that.”“Why not? You literally glowed last night.”I groaned and dropped into a chair. “Please tell me I didn’t embarrass myself.”“

The world slipped away.First, the air. Then sound. Then gravity.I wasn’t falling. I wasn’t flying. I was just… gone.Everything outside my body blurred into white fire and silence. But inside—inside—something opened.A voice whispered in the dark.Come, Aria. We’re waiting.I tried to speak, but I had no voice. No form. Just thought. Light.Then, the warmth came. And with it… a growl.You feel me now.It was her. The wolf inside me.Powerful. Crystal-white. Eyes like lightning and blood. Soft and beautiful Silver eyes.“My name is Angel, and I’m your wolf, Aira.”Then another voice—soft, ancient, bright as a flame:Auburn Red hair, long waves and almost an exact image of me…“And me. The fire. The blood. The first breath. I have lived inside your lineage since the beginning. You are the last flame of the first Moonblood. I am yourmaiden, Anya. Now, we are all one.”The Fire Maiden.They stood before me—two parts of myself. The wolf, wild and fierce. The fire, divine and eternal.I

I’ve lived through wars.I’ve held dying brothers in my arms.I’ve killed with my hands and bled in battle.But nothing prepared me for the moment I let Phoenix go.It was like tearing open a dam that had been reinforced for centuries. The second Aria’s shift began—her body glowing, her wolf emerging in a blaze of silver-white fire—I couldn’t hold him anymore.Phoenix exploded from me, a flash of shadow and power, and for the first time in years, I felt vulnerable.Not because I was weakened.But because she was here.And she was mine.⸻I watched from inside Phoenix’s mind as Angel rose.Gods, she was beautiful. Pure crystal white, radiant and agile, every movement poetry. She moved like she knew him. Like she’d been waiting for him just as long.When she circled Phoenix and left her mark—soft, sacred—I felt the tremor all the way down to my soul.And Phoenix…He was undone.For nearly an hour, we ran. We howled. We lived. And for the first time in my long, brutal life, I knew peace.

When I opened my eyes, the stars had shifted overhead. I was mid-sip with a cup of hot tea in my hand and crumbs on my saucer. My skin still shimmered faintly, the silver fire slowly retreating beneath the surface of my body. It no longer felt foreign. It felt right. Like my soul had finally settled back into place.And Damon was there.Kneeling in front of me covering me with my throw blanket. Staring at me like I was a miracle he didn’t think he deserved.I could still feel Anya deep inside me—quiet now, resting—but her warmth lingered like a second heartbeat.“Hey,” I whispered, reaching for him.He caught my hand instantly and pressed it to his lips. “You came back to me.”I nodded. “I promised I would.”There was silence between us for a moment. Not heavy. Not uncertain. Just full.I took a shaky breath. “What are you most afraid of?”He looked at me for a long time, then brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “She told me the truth. About who I am. Who you are. What’s coming.”